2056. Creamed corn

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Andrew was not a great fan of creamed corn. He found it too sweet. He didn’t mind shucking the corn and de-kernelling it. Then it was the simplest thing for his mother to make. But as for eating it… Goodness! Andrew thought it would be easier to eat a bowl of raw sugar.

His mother served the creamed corn as a side dish and Andrew had a spoonful to be polite because his mother had gone to a bit of trouble, both in growing the corn in the garden in the first place and cooking the creamed corn.  But sweet! Andrew always felt a bit sick.

Sometimes his mother would make corn fritters with the creamed corn and sometimes she would bake a dish of it with grated cheese on the top. She was so proud of her corn in the corn season and corn was served one way or another at almost every meal.

Things got so bad that Andrew began to wonder if he hadn’t developed an allergy. When he had a date with Angelina he would pass on mother’s corn before going out. He was very much in love with Angelina. He knew she was to be the one for life! He didn’t want to spew his mother’s corn all over the seat of the car. Tonight Angelina had invited Andrew for the evening meal. She wanted to show off her culinary skills! And guess what they had?

“The secret of making irresistible cream corn,” said Angelina upon enthusiastically placing dinner on the table, “the secret is to put several heaped spoonfuls of sugar in the mixture. It makes it much much sweeter.”

Angelina’s creamed corn was ten times sweeter and sicklier than Andrew’s mother made. Andrew loved it. In fact he had a second helping.

38 thoughts on “2056. Creamed corn”

                    2. badfinger20 (Max)

                      But you got through Bruce… my wife Jen wanted to be a dentist…went to college for it but could not get through chemistry… She likes the sound of a drill on teeth… and I married her.

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                    4. badfinger20 (Max)

                      Uh NO… I wouldn’t give her a sharp object near me. I’ve said too many smart-ass things in my life to her…they could all come back to her at once.

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  8. umashankar

    Apparently, no corn is sweeter than infatuation while infatuation lasts.

    PS: I received a volume of poetry yesterday, late in the afternoon. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t fit it in the evening. Having gone through the poems of our departed friend, I felt sad all over again. I found out the pages where your poems were nestled. It will be a while before I can soliloquise about them.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      There are three – or perhaps two: Cynthia, John Looker and me. Someone (John Looker actually) described the poems in the anthology thus: I sometimes think poetry is moving in two contrary directions: there’s a popular rush towards prose-like emotional flashes on the one hand, and a proud retreat into cunning obscurantism on the other. But there is a path in between.. Tom’s anthology has a good mix I think.

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      1. umashankar

        The literature since ancient times is replete with specimens of prose like flashes, emotional or otherwise, but I have struggled to categorise such evocations as poetry. This is especially true of the recent alleged branching off of the genre. Indeed, there are times when a composition in blank verse can be sprawled out like a regular paragraphs of prose, but that does not take away the poetic soul of the same. There is something innately different about verses that defies its malleability into verbosity. Poems, by their very nature are laconic, but they hold oceans in strings of droplets, rather than streams of thoughts. Now, I may have an acutely moribund perception of what constitutes poetry these days. Perhaps, it is in consonance of my deeply rooted rejection of rap as a form of music.

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          I think you’re right about rap – and about what constitutes poetry. I have a great deal of difficulty with much online (and in the anthology). There was (I think entire?) story in the complete works of Brothers Grimm which went: “Go you naughty boys, and so is your brother, if ever he had some.” I always liked it because the Brothers Grimm were intending to be silly. Unfortunately these days it reads like many contemporary attempts at poetry.

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  10. noelleg44

    Love conquers corn! I myself do not like creamed corn but I do have a corn casserole that my grandmother made that is very tasty. But not served often! If you are interested I can send you the recipe!

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Yes Noelle, I would like the recipe – especially because it’s an old recipe. They are often surprisingly good because they are not “tainted” with political correctness, e.g. organic corn, no salt, no white sugar, no unpasteurized milk, no Ecuadorian bananas, no… etc. Send it to bbgoodman@hotmail.com otherwise it gets lost in the cloud. Thanks. Bruce

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